The Seven Sisters, or at least the first of the Seven.
And boy was it wild,
Casting into the wind had these guys ducking their own baited hooks.
We were here because this is where Gek and I became one, as it were. Unfortunately for poor old Gek, she had badly twisted her ankle a couple of days previously, all black and blue and unusable. No cliff top walking this day.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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